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A moving mind is always fed. At rest, mine eats itself. How many times have I been here? Sealed in a womb of metal, not for birth but to eat the living? The confines afflict me with dread. Dread not of what lies beyond—you can never prepare for that game—but that this will be my eternal tomb.
I was a killer at sixteen. A warlord by twenty. But the younger me wasn’t this. He was still tender and new to war. If he was the Helldiver, I am the clawDrill.
I once thought the greatest sin of war was violence. It isn’t. The greatest sin is it requires good men to become practical.
Rats cannot even govern their own appetite. How can they govern themselves?”
“Because hope is an opiate, not a plan.”
“Fear those who seek your company for their own vanity. As soon as you eclipse them in the mirror, it won’t be the mirror they break.”
Orion regards him with as much respect as Sevro would a particularly small turd.
But you don’t get the wolf by the tongue without reaching through its teeth.
“Life is meant to be felt. Else why live? Valleys make the mountains.”
Men are impulsive and blinded by the snake between their legs.”
“The tragedy of the gifted is the belief they are entitled to greatness, Lysander. As a human, you are entitled only to death.”
But the measure of a man is not the fear he sows in his enemies. It is the hope he gives his friends.
“Spirits are imaginary constructs derived from human fear of mortality,”
“rahgschni. There is no translation in the Common tongue. As close as can be said is: the sorrow one feels in seeing fresh morning snow, knowing its beauty cannot last.”
because in all this stupid, greedy world, the spirit comes alive when you see someone say, no more.
“Men will do strange things out of fear, but for love…well, death is hardly the limit.”
“All of a man’s affairs become diseased when he wishes to cure evils by evils,”
Neither time nor space can sever the strands of life between those we love, not really.
Stupidity is not a victimless crime.
“Worthy.” Then he takes a bite of my heart.
Ohholy shit. What a fucking way to go out
But in the kingdom of death, amidst ramparts of bodies and wind all of screams, there is a king, and his name is not Lune. It is Reaper.
Love may give one wings, but everything burns when it flies too close to the sun.”
As I watch, the lines of fire curve into the shape of a slingBlade. Mars endures.
